Stick a fork in it

Because Sometimes, It’s A Night For Fishsticks

I will tell you this, I’m no sensory- tub mom. I’m no play-date mom. I’m no teach-my-kids-to-read-by-two mom ( though I do own flashcards. The first born was horrible, so we never got around to it and she taught her own damn self to read damn it ). I stopped breastfeeding well before they could say or point to the word “breast.”. I am a mom who loves her kids and hopes to raise them on the best food possible. This goes against the pyramid. Against popular health. We want our kids to eat real food that was raised well be it animal or vegetable. Cereal is junk. Bacon ( from our neighbor’s pasture ) is quality. But sometimes when the kids are playing ( read screaming ) through their second week of vacation, a mom needs a quickie that keeps the troops at bay. Standby fish sticks. A quick fry in lard served with a blob of mayo and you have yourself a giggly evening of giddy kids and tons O’ fun.